Hey, gidday mates. I was walking out of my apartment yesterday to shoot this exact outfit but with the red version of the jacket, when a delivery arrived from Baracuta with the navy, green and khaki versions. I ripped open the box, tried them all on, the navy worked best, so I figured I’d shoot it instead of showcasing the red for the umpteenth time. I’m a big fan. The fact that I now own the G9 jacket in four different colors really speaks volumes about my obsession, but as far as I’m concerned, it is the perfect casual jacket. Worn by everyone from James Dean to Steve McQueen, amazing with denim, khakis, corduroys, sneakers and leather lace-ups, the G9 is my go-to whenever I don’t feel like wearing a leather jacket or a bomber, but I still wanna finish off my outfit with something easy and cool. Obsessed.Click to Continue!
Hey, gidday mates! First things first, I went to the Rihanna concert last night at Barclays Center in Brooklyn (shout out to my mate Jeff for the hookup) and god damn that girl can perform. Over the course of 90 minutes she sang all the hits, changed outfits five times, fronted three different dance troupes, gave props to the one dude in the audience holding a Barbados flag, asked a young girl in the front if the guy next to her was her dad, the girl said no, then Rihanna was like, “Whoops, it’s your date,” and generally killed it. Huge effort. Huge!Click to Continue!
Hey, gidday mates! I don’t know about you, but I’m somebody who suffers from a serious amount of guilt every time I sleep in past 8:30am on a weekday. This morning I woke up at 10:45am. 10:45!!! I blame three things: the three parties Jenny and I deejayed till 3am last week; my newfound obsession with the family Kardashian; and the NyQuil I drank last night to dull the cold that’s a-brewin’ as we speak.Click to Continue!